Wicked Promises

Avery

His hand slipped further up, brushing against the lace of my panties.

"I can already imagine it," he said, his voice almost a purr. "You bent over this desk, your ass in the air, begging for my cock."

I bit my lip to stifle a moan as his fingers teased along the edge of my panties.

"I'd start slow," he continued, sliding one finger along the damp fabric. "Make you beg for it. Make you plead